Kadie needed to remember where she came from, the rough nature of her early childhood. That meant learning again to have her wits about her, to be hard, and detached, and to never forget that she was on her own.
“You were leaving,” she said, because if he was going to go then he had to go now. Once the effects of the drugs had worn off, she could return to the new life she was a part of and could think of this as a lucid dream. All she could hope was that it would fade with time, as dreams so often did. “I think you should do it now.”
Hardening herself meant she had to ignore his offense. “Leave? You’re not well—”
“That’s not your responsibility,” she said, shuttering all emotions behind her eyes, she’d gotten good at it. Tuck had given her a good example to follow.
“You don’t expect m
